Sick...Again
2.19.6
Sometimes I'm really glad I have this journal. Were it not for these entries, I might miss out on some of life's little jokes.
It's Kris' birthday today, and I am sick...again.
I'm sitting at home with the same Mexican Throat Cancer I had a year ago. Last time, I remember writing that perhaps Kris had wished this ailment upon me as a birthday gift to herself. I was joking of course, but maybe only halfway...
I also remember questioning the possibility that it was some kind of self-manifested psychological illness. A type of neurotic hypochondria, perhaps?
At least I can check the latter off the list, as just about everyone I know seems to have caught it from me. It moved quickly through my office building like a hilarious but virus-infected e-mail attachment. Everyone there seems to have had it at least twice. The way it spread, you would think we were some kind of swinger's resort.
I also seem to have managed to get Autumn sick (which frankly makes a lot more sense *wink, wink*). Because of this, we've spent the weekend just lounging around the house, taking care of each other. Fortunately, I discovered a magical combination of NyQuil, Percocet, Flagyl, Vitamin-C, and energy pills last night. This amazing mixture made me almost forget how sick I was.
There's still the matter of the date, though.
For now, I think I can assume that this is purely a coincidence. However...If I get sick on this day again next year, I swear to God, I'm going to find the bitch and take away her voodoo dolls.
